Maybe I should tell you abut the Cruels Sisters' necrophiliac version.

Sometimes I really love Irene
But other times I hate her
And if Irene won't be my bride
I'll have to decapitate her

Irene she died the other night
I had her body entombed
But when I got to craving sex
She had to be exhumed

Some folks they all call me deranged
But I've just gotta have her
How can anything be strange
In loving a cadaver?

And here's my verse:

Irene and I are doing fine
We're even thinking of marryin'
I'll have Irene right by my side
Until she turns to carrion